For this week’s Free Basin’ Friday giveaway, we want to hear your dreamiest dream. The dreamiest of all wins a Valentine Grey wax copy of Arthur’s Dreams & Images. Comment on this post before next Friday with your weirdest, wonderfullest dream to date for a chance to win! Thanks for playin’!

Maybe not my “dreamiest” but certainly the one that’s stuck with me the most. I was wandering through a heavily wooded forest and came across an abandoned garage. Opened the overhead door and saw only bare cement. Cut to me sitting cross-legged on the floor pouring gasoline from a can over myself. Kinda glad I woke up before the next part…

Wockenfuss

The dream where my record collection is being swept away by a flood and through my tears I see each slab of vinyl rise, shake itself clean, and reinsert itself in its jacket at which point it flies to a new handmade shelving system that is in a bigger house on the top of the hill where no flood can ever sweep away my life’s work again.

coreyB

I had this dream where I was for some reason walking around a mall like place but instead of doors to stores there were these portals. I walked through one and was in this land made of candy. A good friend of mine was there and walked up and gave me a hug, it was only then I noticed that he had four arms.

a.g

Am at the park and there is a lady with these giant tarantulas and they’re wearing harnesses and leashes. She asks you if you want to hold one and if you say yes she tells you its $5 and if you say no, she puts one on you and tells you it’s $5 for her to take it off.

Matt Dougherty

I’m trying to get from my dorm room to my locker to get books for my first class, history. Which I have evidently never made it to because I can’t remember where my locker is. While traveling though the dorm/old hotel/opera house (trying to figure out how to get outside to get to the lockers and class rooms) I realize I can’t remember my locker combination. The trip takes me up and down stair cases, through tiny hallways I can’t seem to squeeze through. And when I turn back to retrace my steps the stair cases are gone and i have to leap for the next floor. All this leads to the huge stage in the opera house. Here I have to traverse the extremely thin and beat up catwalk. As I go across I’m told by what i assume is an old stage hand (who i guess lives up here), that i need to hop out the window and I’ll float down to the ground. Just don’t think about it. If you don’ think about flying it’s easy to fly…if you think about it, down you will fall (I read too much Douglas Adams as a kid i think). So i do. And I float down, and start running to the classroom building (which is getting further and further away). All the while I’m now thinking about the test I obviously haven’t studied for. All sorts of random ‘history’ is cruising through my head. I finally reach for the door after multiple – jump(don’t think about it)flying leaps- and race to figure out where my locker is. In the rush of all the students racing to class I realize to my horror I am missing a few things. No pants, no underwear. Just a shirt and back pack.